Her Spirit grew hazy, her Qi and Blood circulating on their own as illusions seemed to appear around her.
An intense feeling of mania and agitation washed over her; even Ning Qiyang, an Innate Martial Artist, found herself affected.
"Demon Ghosts appear; the world crumbles."
"The heavens are unkind; the earth is unjust."
"…"
Ning Qiyang, however, could control herself. The ordinary Believers around her could not. They reacted with frenzied excitement, scrambling to their feet. Their eyes were bloodshot, their expressions twisted and savage, and they hysterically repeated the chant in a low roar.
Ning Qiyang's expression flickered. She immediately rose as well, schooling her features and pretending to chant in a low voice.
She saw the eight black-robed figures holding infants arrive before the high platform. The tallest among them reached out and tapped the platform. A mechanism seemed to trigger, and eight hollows appeared on its surface.
